controversial take but i think discussions about guilt tripping for reblogs should extend to art and writing. i know from personal experience how bad it stings when you pour your heart and soul into something and nobody seems to care about it the way that you do, but that’s also, like, part of making art? building the resilience you need to keep going even when your stuff isn’t getting a ton of attention is part of becoming a better artist, and i can’t think of a safer place to learn that skill than in fandom spaces where it’s hard to monetize anything we make and the feedback culture is generally encouraging
like you can complain about it, absolutely, grousing about your favorite works being underappreciated is a time-honored tradition! just don’t put your insecurities over your art on other people
(Lance trying to propose) Lance: *kneels down* Keith, feeling awkward standing alone: *kneels down with him* Lance: Lance, confused: um what are you doing?
Keith: it was awkward standing up by myself
Keith, leaning closer: anyways what are you doing kneeling down?
Lance, flustered: oh, me?
Lance: tying my shoelaces. duh.
Keith: …you’re literally wearing Velcro
Lance, internally: so you notice the fucking type of shoes i’m wearing but not-
“This is getting ridiculous now. Where did you find this contraption? How did you build it? You’re not really rolling them straight :/ I’m not sure I like this at all, I don’t like the noise. See what’s the point! That didn’t break with the contraption, so it doesn’t coun- I liked that one. That one was neat and clean. It was a clean break. Don’t like the noise - she was with chil- you’re BEATING the child! It’s just sick. It’s twisted - HE was with child. Okay. Something about this is… where are these children coming from? Seems unnecessary that they’re all pregnant. Just straight beating that Pepsi and their plastic. I don’t like this - it’s SADISTIC. This is sadistic. I don’t - they’re SPRITZING me!” *from other video, a man’s voice, vaguely sounding like a moan: oooooooooh. oohhhh* lady: “I’m sorry. What was that?” *last bottle falls* (with disappointment) “No.”
